I have confirmed that my hair turns into a different beast as soon as it embraces the humid tropic climate. I’m back in my beautiful country, Dominican Republic, for a short weekend getaway and as soon as my hair felt the heat… it turned into a different entity, that the term “freeze ball” did not even come close to it !
It didn’t matter what type of gel I had, moisturizer or hair lotion prior to leaving Chicago. All that did not matter when my hair said “Hola” to the cool ocean breeze. It’s like my hair wanted to have a fiesta with the humid yet cool salt infused island breeze.
At times it behaved and at times I was walking around as if I had a huge brown cotton ball on top of my head. I don’t know what was going on!
By the 2nd day I figured out a rhythm between the beach, pool, buffet “hair-do”. It wasn’t easy but I figured out.
Nontheless, I loved how I was able to let it be free. My hair expressed it every sense of the word.
Interestingly enough… it expressed how I felt being back in my
country for a quick re-set from the bitter cold back home. My hair and I felt…excited, wild and free.